This hill though high I covent ascend; The difficulty will not me offend; For I perceive the way of life lies here. Come, pluck up, heart; let's neither faint nor fear.

I found it hard work now to pray to God, because despair was swallowing me up

God, as I may say, is forced to break men's hearts, before he can make them willing to cry to him, or be willing that he should have any concerns with them; the rest shut their eyes, stop their ears, withdraw their hearts, or say unto God, Be gone.

Christ is the desire of nations, the joy of angels, the delight of the Father. What solace then must that soul be filled with, that has the possession of Him to all eternity!

Pray often, for prayer is a shield to the soul, a sacrifice to God, and a scourge for Satan.

You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you.

In times of affliction we commonly meet with the sweetest experiences of the love of God.